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elsmstrss · 1 year
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i wasnt gonna write anything today but i’m laying in bed rn and i was thinking !! (i know… first red flag) BUT:
ellie likes you wearing her clothes a little too much
tags: ellie williams x fem!reader , possessive!ellie , extremely self-indulgent , ellie wears boxers, because i said so, lapslock, smut (ish) , thigh-riding (hmm my favorite!) , dom!ellie, sub!reader
idk if this is a oneshot or a really long hc but enjoy !
<3
it was a random afternoon in the middle of winter. you had invited yourself over to your girlfriend’s place, cold and reeking of horse as you’d spent all day at the stables.
you don’t bother knocking, pushing the door open, stepping inside, shedding your coat and throwing it over a nearby chair. you’re tugging your boots off, supporting yourself on the doorframe when you hear a shout from the bathroom, “babe! that you?”
you follow the sound of your girlfriends voice, sock clad feet pattering against the wood floors. you crack the bathroom door open, peaking your head in, smiling at the sight of her putting her short hair into a half bun. her forearms flexed with the movements and your eyes trailed over her tattooed arm.
“ellie,” you whisper yell, effectively spooking her, causing her to flinch and whip her head towards you.
“fuck babe what did i tell you about that shit? you’re gonna kill me one of these days”. ellie’s wide eyes and slacked jaw created the funniest look of bewilderment, causing you to let out a not-so-subtle laugh.
ellie scoffs but you notice her lips quirk as she tries to hide the smile creeping up on her expression. she suddenly pulls on your wrist and you stumble into her arms. she plops a big wet kiss in between your brows.
“ugh gross!” you complain, reaching up to wipe the damp feeling from your face but ellie beats you to it, thumbs gently rubbing at the crease there.
“oh you love it” ellie leans down for a second, less wet, peck on your lips, face scrunching up as she pulls back. “jeez you stink,”
you pout, ready to quip back but you couldn’t even argue. you did stink.
“wanna shower love? it’ll warm you up too,” you don’t even that you had been shivering until you feel ellie’s big, warm hands rub up and down on your arms, trying to thaw you out.
“i didn’t bring any clothes els. you’re just gonna have to deal with me, stink and all,” you tease. ellie just huffs out a laugh and and squeezes your shoulders.
“wait here.”
she comes back a few moments later, a stack of clothes on top of a messily folded towel. “here,” she places the tower of fabric into your arms and turns on her heels, “take your time, i’ll find us a movie in the mean time.” the door shuts behind her.
you turn the faucet on and strip your dirty clothes as you wait for the water to heat up. by the time you’ve removed all your clothes and jewelry, it’s scalding, steam filling the small room, just the way you like.
you instantly feel your body relax as it warms up from the shower. you wash the stable smell from your skin and hair, spending just a little longer than usual after rinsing, not wanting to leave the warmth just yet.
you finally turn the shower off, blindly reaching for the towel through the curtain, wrapping yourself up and stepping out. you stand in front of the mirror, clearing the haze from the glass with your hand, revealing a slightly blurry reflection of yourself.
you dry yourself as thoroughly as possible before turning to the small stack of clothing ellie had given you. it included an old, lived in gray hoodie and a pair of loose black and white plaid boxers. you shake your head, laughing to yourself at the mens underwear. ellie swears by them and often goes on tangents about how much more comfortable they are compared to women’s underwear.
“seriously babe, it’s actually so fucking unfair like??”
you pull the hoodie over your head. it smelled so much like ellie. it made you dizzy, her scent intoxicating and you couldn’t help the small throb in your cunt as a result.
you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom, steam escaping into the main room. you spot ellie on the bed, flipping through her dvd collection. without looking up she asks, “ok, what are we feeling? cheesy rom-com or equally cheesy thriller?”
“whichever one will make me want to rip my eyes out less,” you answer, joking but, not really.
“okayyy thriller it is,” she stands up and puts the disc into the player, “hey do you mind grabbing the re-“ she abruptly cuts herself off when she turns around and finally sees your figure.
you’re just standing there, ankles cross, hands playing with the frayed ends of the hoodie’s sleeves as you patiently wait for her to set everything up. you pretend not to notice as her eyes slowly drag up your legs, eyes slightly glassy as they trail up your body.
“grab what?” you ask, looking around the room. your only met with silence, “el!”.
that seemed to knock her out of her stupor, clearing her throat and stuttering out, “t-the um,” cough “ the remote. can you grab the remote please”. her voice dying off at the end, slightly hoarse.
you finally end up the in the bed together, ellie sat up, back against the head board, you tucked into her side. she’s stroking your hair and you sigh softly, settling into your favorite spot.
not even five minutes into the movie, you feel ellie shift and maneuver you, now half on top of her. she leans down and inhales. “fuck”.
you look up to see she looks almost like, in pain. “els what’s wrong?”
“nothing it’s just,” she moves her hands down, gripping your sides, “you smell like me.”
the tone of her voice, low and possessive, and slightly strained, causes butterflies to erupt in your lower stomach. ellie leans down and begins to leave kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking a little bit harsher each time. you bite your lip and sigh, trying to focus on the movie.
ellie knows exactly where to kiss and bite, leaving you squirming and desperate for more. “ellie,” you whine out, you sound out of breath already and you feel ellie smirk into your skin.
“what baby? gotta use your words,” she gropes the padding of fat on your hips, manhandling you to be fully on top of her. you want so badly to move, grind your hips down into her lap, feel some sort of relief but her grip on you is strong, keeping you in place.
“need it els, please”
“please what, pretty?” she sounds breathless herself, the sight of you needy and flushed on top of her like this makes a rush of arousal flood through her, needy for you too.
“touch me. please make it better,” words were becoming difficult, already slipping into that headspace, easily submitting to ellie. the slight embarrassment of being forced to voice your wants and desires makes you that much wetter and you know it won’t take much to tip you over the edge tonight.
ellie finally lifts you up slightly, angling her thigh up and grinding you down slowly onto her leg. the whine you let out would have embarrassed you but you’re far too desperate for any kind of stimulation to care.
“that’s it baby. look at you, so pretty in my clothes,” she groans out, just the sigh of you withering in her lap enough to make her cum right then.
you want more. you’re both still clothed and the friction against your clit is just barely enough but you can’t be bothered to stop and take it off, too far gone and chasing the feeling that’s building up, your lower tummy clenching.
you start to speed up, palms resting on top of ellie’s hands that are now on your waist and thigh. your moans and whines get louder and more desperate and ellie, who knows your body better than anyone, can tell you’re already close.
“yeah baby? already? such a good girl. my good girl. mine.”
you love when your girlfriend gets like this so you can’t help yourself when you spur her on.
“yours yours yours” you chant like a mantra. this causes something to snap in ellie because before you realize, you’re flipped onto your back, ellie slotting her knee in between your thighs. she pulls your hips back down and guides your movements, causing direct friction to your sensitive bud.
“oh- ellie!” you sob, it’s beginning to become all too much and your hands hold onto her forearms, nails digging into the skin there as you feel your orgasm building.
“gonna cum for me? that’s it love, take what you need,” it only takes a few more grinds and a particularly desperate groan from ellie above you that sends you over the edge, climax hitting you suddenly and hard. ellie talks you through it, leaning down and whispering sweet praises, lips grazing the shell of your ear
your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure wash over you, you spasm every few seconds as you come down from the high.
ellie gently removes her knee and settles into the sheets next you, pulling you into your chest. she places a tender kiss to the top of your hair and strokes gently strokes your back. you can start to feel your eyelids droop, suddenly exhausted.
you feel a slight jostling as a small chuckle escapes from ellie’s lips.
“m wha?” you mumble, lifting your head up to meet her eyes.
“nothin’ just that,” ellie pauses to tuck your head back into her chest.
“i think you should wear my clothes more often.”
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endlessthedestiny · 11 months
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for a long time now ive been thinking about the HS typing quirks and what would the quirks be for sandman characters, so im making this long ass post just to eliminate this from my system
disclaimer: english is not my first language (classic) and if you disagree or have a different headcanon pls share i want to hear (if some may seem ooc my deepest apologies)
Morpheus
Writes in italic.
Bold for emphasis. can also *rarely* use asterisks.
No emoticons, but probably used "*-*" in some conversation with Death.
Normal capitalization and punctuation. If mistype, corrects expressively (ex. "I meant afternoon, sorry.)
If comfortable, uses keyboard smash (ex. "Ahshsnsbj") to laugh.
Death
Doesn't capitalize the beginning of the phrase or utilizes final dot unless she wants to be taken seriously.
Sometimes use the emoticons ":)", ":(", "^_^" only with those she is intimate/trusts. Uses frequently with Delirium.
Emphasis is CAPITALIZED.
When mistypes corrects with *asterisk.
Avoids sending a wall of texts, preferring send small texts to form a big text.
Desire
Italic.
Not severe with capitalization or punctuation. only cares and uses it perfect if wants to be taken seriously.
If sending a big message (+3 lines) ends with a "~ <3", otherwise, only uses "~".
Syllables repetition only to annooooy, with ellipsis at the end. . .
Only emoticon used is ";)"
For emphasis, utilizes *asterisk*.
Also corrects mistypes with *asterisk, and sometimes adds a "oops" or similar at the end.
Despair
Capitalization In Every Word, but the punctuation is perfect.
Bold for the emphasis.
Uses ellipsis in the end of most phrases. . .
Also only send ellipsis if doesn't want to answer.
Rarely mistypes, but if do, doesn't correct.
Destiny
Again, italic.
Capitalization and punctuation perfect.
Doesn't mistype, and corrects the others faster than the person themselves.
Bold for emphasis.
But when angry and wants to be taken more seriously, uses exclamation marks at the end!
Sends empty messages if doesn't want to answer.
Answers in a unbelievable speed. Sometimes send multiple responses almost at once.
If wants to laugh (which RARELY occurs) sends "Ha, ha, haha."
Destruction
ALL CAPS. Inconsistent punctuation.
Double square brackets to [[EMPHASIS]].
Laughs with "OHOHOHO" and similar.
Sometimes uses ":DDD" by influence of Delirium.
When mistypes, very rarely corrects, and corrects expressively (ex. "I MEANT TOMORROW").
Delirium
wRiTES cApITaLiZiNg RAndOmly. punctuation.. it's complicated. she knows how to use question marks that's much I guess
She starts every phrase (when she remembers) with "@ - - >"
For emphasis, she alternates between ****ASTERISKS****, (((TRIPLE PARENTHESIS))), bold and FULL CAPS.
When more controlled, she capitalizes less (ex. "iTs Me."). But the more she is angry or ansious, the harder becomes to understand what she's saying (she replaces some letters with random symbols, keyboard smashes mid phrase etc).
She uses every type of emoticon possible. But her favorites apparently are ":D" and "@__@". Kaomojis are rarely used.
Sometimes Barnabas translates what she's saying. (Ex. Del: "@ - - > iM sOOOoOooy hApPPY!!!! ajahshshhshd". Barbanas: "She said I'm so happy.")
Laughs with keyboard smash, the longer the funnier.
When she mistypes, she doesn't correct. Also dislikes when someone excessively corrects her.
okay now some extras, I didn't think much about them so yea
Lucifer
When he mistypes, he corrects himself as fast as he can. But Destiny always corrects his mistypes first and faster which pisses him off. But Lucifer also corrects the people when they mistype to annoy or simply to correct.
Sometimes simply answers "A" or "K".
Also laughs with "Hah". Already laughed with ))) at some point.
Corinthian
He uses ";)" and "B)".
Begins the phrases with < less than and finishes with greater than >
Hob
When sending a long text, finishes with "~ H."
The one who said that Morpheus is the "*-*" emoticon, and insists in using it with him.
okay im tired, if anything I will edit this post or simply reblog with additions. also now im feeling guilty of tagging cori and hob but whatever
thank you if you read allat
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Woke up thinking about my beloved teacher Bruno and reader together in the shower... like, worshipping each other, very intimate, lots of FLUFF maybe?? S2
(Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 9)
Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader
Modern Day!Imagine
Non-Magic AU
Summary: After making the strawberry shortcake, they are left all dirty so while Bruno goes to have a shower, reader wants to join
Warnings: Smut, swearing, Age gap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), sir kink, Papi/daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, fluff, shower sex
Word Count:  1901
Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts or his imagination
Author Note: It's probably obvious already, but I try to get one part out each week so if I don't...oops.
Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)
(Part 8) >(Part 9)< (Part 10)
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Bruno POV
She grabbed some clothes from one of my draws before following me into the bathroom. I shut the door after her and turned on the shower, letting it heat up.
I removed my long sleeve shirt, placing it in the washing basket next to the bathroom door. I hadn’t even touched my pants, and she had started giggling. I turned to face her, smiling slightly. She hadn’t taken anything off yet, she just stood there with the tip of her thumb grazing her teeth, smiling.
“What’s so funny, mi Vida?” I smiled at her.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” she giggled again.
I chuckle a little at her statement.
“Now why would I wear a shirt in the shower?” I teased, slightly, “well, if you want to shower with me, you should be doing the same,” I removed my pants, along with my boxers.
As I was putting the rest of my clothes in the washing basket, I jolted a little as I felt a little smack on my backside. I slowly turned to look at her, seeing her with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Was that necessary?” I joked, laughing slightly at her childishness.
She nodded.
“You have a nice butt!” she said.
“Okay, now come on, I’ll help you undress,” I said, coming closer to her, grabbing at the bottom of my ruana she had taken from me a couple of hours ago.
“Come on now, off with the dress”.
She meekly obeyed, holding her arms out as I pulled the dress from her body. She had not been wearing a bra. I reached for the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down her legs. She held onto my shoulder as she stepped out of them. I threw the rest of the clothes in the washing basket and opened the shower door. There was plenty of room in the shower for the both of us, not having to push each other out of the way or anything.
I grabbed the showerhead, detaching it from the stand and held it above her head, soaking her hair and body with water. She spun around, letting the water get every inch of her.
She is so adorable.
I turned the showerhead in my direction, about to rinse myself down.
“No, I wanna help!” she whined, reaching for the showerhead.
I handed it over to her, letting her take control of the spout.
“Thank you, baby”.
She giggled a little at the name I had used. After I was all wet, I turned off the shower and grabbed her shampoo that she had brought.
“Turn around”.
She did so without question. I lathered up the fruit-scented shampoo between my hands and onto her hair. I used my fingers to massage her scalp. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes.
“Look at you, my beautiful baby, so pretty,” I praised her, knowing how much she loved it, “you have such beautiful hair, mi Amor”.
Once her hair was nice and bubbly, I turned the shower back on, washing my hands before I rinsed her hair, making sure to shield her eyes with my hand so none gets in her eyes. After rinsing out her hair, I squeeze out the excess water before I apply a generous amount of conditioner to my palm then run it through the ends of her hair.
She twirled her hair into a bun, using her claw clip to hold it in place, letting the conditioner sit in her hair for a bit.
“Your turn!” she turned to face me with her gorgeous smile.
I turned around, giving her access to my hair. She eventually begins to lather my hair with my shampoo. My eyes fluttered shut, letting myself bathe in the absolute heaven that are her nimble fingers.
“You have such thick hair! So nice!” her praises warmed my heart.
She turned on the shower, washing the suds out of my hair before grabbing the conditioner.
“Not too much,” I instructed.
She combed her fingers, with the conditioner, through the ends of my hair.
“Thank you, my darling”.
I washed out the rest of her hair before washing my own. As I was about to grab my own soap to wash my body, she stopped me.
“Wait! Use mine!” she pushed her coconut body wash into my hands.
“You want me to smell like you, huh?”
She nodded, taking the bottle back, pouring some into her hand. She ran her soap covered hand up and down my body, getting me all covered in the scent that stained her skin.
“You have such a nice body, Bruno,” she complimented me.
I blushed slightly at her comment, “Thank you, Cariño”.
She slowed down her pace as she made her way down to my nether regions. She grabbed my member, stroking it slowly while looking up at me.
“What are you doing, baby?” I asked, looking back at her, trying not to get hard.
“Washing you”.
“Really? Just washing me,” I pulled her in closer by the waist.
She stood up on her tiptoes, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. I felt as my dick hardened in her hand while she stroked it some more.
“You’re always horny, can’t leave you untouched for one second, can I?” I teased, kissing her deeply.
I turned her around and pressed her against my chest, keeping her in place by the waist.
“You are one needy baby,” I said, pressing my lips against her neck.
She reached behind and continued to stroke my cock. I dropped my hand down to her clit, rubbing the little bud gently. She leans her head back onto my shoulder, giving my chin butterfly kisses.
“You are so beautiful, mi Vida,” I said.
I brought my second hand down to her entrance and slowly inserted my fingers in. She gasped, continuing to jerk me off.
“Do you like having Papi’s fingers in you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed a ‘yes’.
“How about my cock?”
She couldn’t hold back the moans anymore.
“That’s right, mi Vida, show me how much you’re enjoying this”.
She began to circle her thumb around my sensitive tip of my dick. I let out a little groan right next to her ear.
“I love it when you make noise, sir,” she breathed out.
“Oh yeah?’’ I managed to moan out.
She sped up her movement with her thumb causing me to moan a lot louder this time.
“God, you’re gonna be the death of me,” I barely whispered.
I grabbed the showerhead from the wall and turned it on, letting it warm up for a few seconds before changing the jet settings to a light massage. Using the showerhead, I aimed it right at her little clit, watching her almost collapse to the ground if I hadn’t been holding her.
If her moans were loud before, they were louder now.
“Oh my god!” she screamed in pleasure.
She couldn’t hold onto my cock anymore, she was just trying to stay standing. I could already feel her legs start to shake.
“Are you close, Amor?”
“Uh-huh!”
I made sure to keep the pressure on her clit as she climaxed. I wanted to keep her orgasming as long as I could. She began tapping at my thigh shakily, indicating for me to turn it off. I immediately pulled it away and turned the water off. She was puffing loudly as she tried to hold herself up. I grabbed around her waist to stabilise her, turning her to face me.
“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly.
All she could do was nod.
“You want to hop out now?”
“No,” she panted, “I want your cock now”.
“Are you sure? We can stop if you want,” I really didn’t want to push her.
“But I don’t want to stop,” she whined.
“Okay,” I knew I wasn’t going to win this one, “but you will tell me to stop as soon as you’ve had enough”.
She nodded and I picked up her left leg gently, not wanting to hurt her and pushed her against the wall. I wrapped it around my waist before pulling up the second one to hold her in place.
“Bruno?” she called.
“What is it, darling?” I asked, worried I already managed to hurt her.
“I’m cold,” she giggled.
I sighed in relief, breathing out a little laugh. I turned the shower back on, letting it soak us again.
“You ready now?”
She nodded. I angled my member to her entrance before slowly pushing it in, filling her up. I held it there for a while, not wanting to irritate her sensitive parts.
“You can move now”.
With that, I began to pull my hips back then slowly push back in. The pace was absolutely antagonising for me but I knew better than to rush her and result in hurting her. I could tell by the look on her face that even this could be too much so the pace stayed the same. I pressed careful kisses to the side of her face, showing her the affection she deserved.
“You’re so beautiful, mi Vida,” I whispered in her ear.
Her tiny breaths brushed past my face.
“Faster please, sir,” she asked nicely.
I picked up the pace, only a bit, still too scared to hurt her.
“Faster,” she whined this time.
“Okay, okay,” I chuckled.
She moaned right in my ear, just how I liked.
I can’t get enough of her moans.
“That’s right baby, show daddy just how good he makes you feel”.
I brought my hand down to her clit, feeling it throb slightly, still sensitive from the showerhead. I closed my eyes, bathing the glory that was her, feeling the warm water drip between us.
“You feel so good, Papi! I’m gonna cum!” she ran her fingers through my hair.
I rubbed her clit very carefully and felt her insides pulse around me.
“That’s right darling, cum for me,” I breathed out.
Her moans echoed around the tiled bathroom. She shuttered out every breath. I slowly pulled out and held her against my body. I held her still, waiting for her to come down from her high.
“You didn’t get to cum,” she managed to let out.
“That’s okay baby, I don’t need to,” but she had already grabbed my cock in her hands.
I almost collapsed on the spot when she did that. She pumped my cock with her delicate hands, feeling like absolute heaven. It didn’t take long for me to cum all over her stomach.
“Thank you, mi Vida,” I breathed out, kissing her forehead.
“Now, let’s actually get clean”.
I grabbed one of the towels from the towel railing, wrapping it around her body, before grabbing my own. I rubbed her arms inside the towel, drying her slightly before grabbing her clothes and helping her in them.
“You can go rest on the bed while I get changed, you must be tired,” I said, reaching for my clothes.
“I wanna help you too,” she had grabbed my clothes before me.
I smiled slightly, “thank you, baby”.
She helped me dry first before putting my clothes on.
“Wanna rest now?” I asked.
She nodded, walking over to my bed.
“Okay, we’ll have some cake later then, okay?”
“Okay, thank you, Bruno”.
My heart warmed at her words.
“You’re welcome, mi Vida”.
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Author Note: I really hoped you liked this part and thank you for reading my work. As always, if you enjoyed it, please feel free to join the taglist by just asking in the comments, and the same goes for small request
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subjectsix · 3 years
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A friend without a tumblr tagged the discord crew in this, so I decided to jump on it :’)
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
33!
2) What is your total ao3 word count?
138,052-- abt 91,000 of those are about Dylan Faden oops
3) How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?
Nine-- Control, Hitman, Alan Wake, Pacific Rim, Fallout 4, Dark Souls, Fallout New Vegas, Terminator, and Star Wars
4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Grow Brighter, Control
I'm Dreaming of a Non-Archetypal Holiday, Control
The Best Laid Plans, Hitman
Starry-Eyed & Exasperated, Control
And it All Comes Crashing Down, Hitman
5) Do you respond to comments?
Yes! It might take me a few days because my mental energy is low but I cherish every comment very much, regardless of length or content or anything <3
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Uhhhh maybe Twin Humanities? A lot of one shots sometimes explore snapshots of angsty moments (Dylan getting infected by the Hiss, Arish having nightmares), but Twin Humanities might be the most “complete” thing beyond a snapshot
7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Outside of oneshots that are just for fun, probably Grow Brighter? Hopeful™️
8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?
Not reaalllllyyy? If you want to count stuff I’ve never posted, me and a bestie have an AU of an AU that contains far too much personal hyperfixations that involve robots. The original AU was Metal Gear and Terminator.
9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not that I know of!
10) Do you write smut? What kind?
Nope, it makes me severely uncomfortable for both personal and religious reasons. I rarely even write/am interested in ship fic— never really my cup of tea.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
No? Not that I’m aware of
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope! Would be cool tho
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
The same bestie mentioned above and I have written Pacific Rim fic at the same time while bouncing the same ideas off each other if that counts kjsehfksefh and we share that personal AU-verse
14) What’s your favorite ship?
don’t really have one? I like Kyle and Sarah from Terminator but never feel compelled to seek fic out about them. I do love reading abt the wild father and son dynamic with John and Kyle and imagining Kyle surviving the events of the movie just to get to raise that nerd
15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
man. I don’t want to jinx it but I really want to write a Ralph DBH fic eventually-- long form, character study type beat. 
16) What are your writing strengths?
Character dialogue, I hope? Excessive use of em-dashes. 
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
Excessive use of em-dashes. Inability to create endings or motives. 
18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?
I think I’ve only done it with Ahti and I really need to stop being shy and ask some of my Finnish mutuals for help bc I do not want to get it wrong akjsdhfasdkjf. Same mood at other languages-- I usually just write their dialogue in italics if it comes up, because I don’t speak anything else.
19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Published? Avengers, probably. Back when I was a kid not online? Pokemon or Star Wars, probably.
20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Grow Brighter :] lov control, lov dylan, blown away that I wrote so much. I am fond of a lot of my Hitman fic! And many of my control stand alones
I shall tag @mybrianisfried and whoever else wanna :’)
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newbiemarvel-writer · 6 years
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The One: Part 1/?
T’Challa Udaku x Reader
So this is my first Mini-Series/ writing ever! YAY! I hope you enjoy and Im really sorry if it's cringy. Keep in mind this is the first thing I have ever written for tumblr so it's probably really bad! Ps, if my russian is off im sorry… im using google translate… oops?
Summary: When HYDRA tortured you and experimented on you, you gained the best fighting skills to exist, and an unbelievably high HQ. You specialize in everything really. But one day when you escape from your torturer, The Winter Soldier, your free and you live in hiding till Captain America and the King of Wakanda show up at your doorstep.
Italics= your thoughts
Warnings: Swearing (not too much)
Words: 1502
*your POV*
“Good morning Y/N!”
“Good morning to you too Mrs. Tuffer!”
You replied just as enthusiastically as she did (if that was even possible) as you strolled out the door from your crappy apartment building. Now you started your everyday routine, walking to your decent-paying job as a waitress at Jimmy's Coffee house.
You arrived at your job early (like usual), unlocked the doors, gave the tables a quick wipe and waited behind the counter.
It must've been 10 or so minutes before a customer came in, and you immediately took their order with a cheerful𑁋but fake𑁋smile. He made his simple order of a black coffee without looking up from his phone once. 
‘Can't anyone just focus on the thing they are doing?’
You gave him his coffee with a quiet enjoy and he left. Your coworker, Ann, entered and said she could take over the counter which you gladly replied yes to. You went into the back room and found a piece of paper in the trash and a pen nearby. As soon as you sat down with the pen and paper in hand on a crate, you spotted a piece of metal and immediately got one of your worst memories.
“попробуйте его” Program him.
“Сэр?” sir? You replied, your voice wavering and questioning as to why he was asking you to program a man.
“Я сказал, что программа его или эта пуля проходит через ваш череп” I said program him or this bullet goes through your skull
Your handler said simultaneously as he pulled a gun out and pointed it directly between your eyes. You nodded, knowing what would come after if you refused anymore: brutal torture. You would always fight back, and you could easily win, but since they barely fed you and tortured you excessively, you could barely walk.
“вот слова. закончить его к концу дня” here are the words. Finish it by the end of the day.
He said solemnly as he handed you a red journal with a black star on the front.
“Это займет больше одного дня.” It’ll take longer than a day sir
“теперь не врать мне доктор, я знаю, что ты умнее этого. но плохо пусть это скользит. просто закончите.” Now don't lie to me doctor, i know you’re smarter than that, but ill let it slide. Just finish it.
You nodded quickly, and heard his boots clicking away. You smirked to yourself as you heard the door slam shut and lock. You knew you had to program him, and for that you were deeply sorry. But as you were programming him, you were creating a reverse chip to disable the program. You turned back to “the asset” and smiled apologetically, glancing at his metal arm every now and then, as he stared blankly at your face, remembering every detail, so that if he ever escaped and saw you again, he would kill you.
“Yoohoo! Y/N! Hey get up, we need you upfront! There are to many people for me! Cmon!” Ann exclaimed rather loudly. And you got up and started to make coffee and whatever the person ordered.
An hour later, a tall, bulky white man with sunglasses and a hat came in with his shorter black friend, with the same accessories. You could've sworn you’ve seen both of them before.
A couple minutes later, 2 attractive  tall black women with buzz cuts walk in and sit beside the black man that came in earlier. You could see a very faint outline of a blade in one of their jacket pockets. They conversed for a couple seconds before both women turned and looked straight at you, as if they could feel your stares. You quickly turned around and headed into the backroom.
Weird. You thought. Could they be hydra? No, they can't be. Hydra would have guns not knives.
Since there wasn't a rush anymore, you went and sat back onto the crate, picked the pen up, and thought back to that memory you had a earlier. You remembered the mans striking blue eyes, but not as much as his metal arm. It intrigued you. You remember creating it for him when they first brought him back, half dead. So, you started to draw the arm. You started to draw a template of a new arm for him. Every wire, and every metal plate. It was different from the one he had back then, but it looked nicer.
I wonder where he is now after that thing with the government. I hope he's still alive.
You stuffed the drawing in your pocket and got back to work.
Throughout the day, you kept going back and forth from the counter to the back. Every time you went out front, both men and both women were still there, but the men had taken their sunglasses off. 
Gosh, the black man is unrealistically attractive. Where do I remember him from?
But as soon as that thought came, it was gone and interrupted by Ann telling your shift is over. So you started to pack up, and were walked towards the door. You had a strange feeling and it didn't feel good. With your hand on the door handle you turned around to see the 4 mysterious people staring at you. As soon as they saw that you caught them staring, they all turned back around and continued talking.
As you got outside, you turned left, when your apartment building was down the right street. You picked up your pace, looked over your shoulder and noticed the two men following you. You started walking even faster. 
Shit shit shit shit shit.
You turned down an alley and started to run but before you could make it out, the two women from earlier came out and blocked it. 
Well great. Isn't this a cliche.
You stopped right in front of them, and started to prepare for a fight. The two women were not the least bit shocked. 
I need to get out of this quick. If the two men are with them, I have no chance.
They threw the first punch. Both of them, at the same time. You started to fight back, kicking and punching where you could, and getting hit only a couple times. 
Damn. these two are good. But where are the two men?
You continued to fight. If anyone walked by and saw this fiasco, they could easily see you were beating them. As you started to get more tired, you decided to end this. You slid between one of their open legs𑁋earning some cuts from the gravel𑁋turned sideways before halfway running up the brick wall, spinning your legs and kicking each one of them in the face, neither of the expecting it. When you land in between both of their unconscious bodies, you looked up and noticed the two men standing at the other end of the alley, clearly shocked. You turned around and ran up the street hearing their faint calling telling you to wait. You turned a couple more times and ran straight home, out of sight immediately.
When you got past her and into your room, you immediately grabbed your duffle bag, packing the very few items you had. You reached in your pocket to grab the blueprint for the arm to pack it as well, but couldn't find it. It wasn't in your pocket.
It must've fell out during the fight. Shit. They can use that now. fuck.
When you were running through the office of your complex, Mrs. Tuffer stopped you and said she would be coming up in a few. 
Good. they can't take me if there is a witness and they wouldn't kill her.
As you were about to climb out your window, you saw the two women standing there looking both pissed and embarrassed. They also had knives in each hands. 
Should I risk it?
You thought, but heard your crappy doorbell sound ring throughout your apartment. Fighting through the front door would be better.
If my guess is correct, it's probably the two men at the front. They can't possibly be as good as the girls. I'll take my chances with the men.
You grabbed your guns, one in each hand with your duffle over your shoulder and started to  slowly and quietly walk towards the door. Before you could reach the door, one of the men spoke up,
”Miss, my name is Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. I'm here with T'challa Ukaku, the king of Wakanda. We don't wanna hurt you. Can we talk? We need your help.”
You made your way to the door,looked through the peephole, and saw the Captain holding up your blueprint. You opened the door quickly, guns still in hand, and pointed the guns right between each of their eyes. You almost lost focus when you made eye contact with that really hot black guy from earlier and…. Wait. That is the King of Wakanda. Holy shit.
“Captain. Your highness. Talk.”
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